Everyone's mind brimmed with the same question.
The specifications of this wedding were quite high, yet not so high as to alarm the Mystic Venerable Yuan Ling.
"I didn't expect another joyous event here. I am late, so late,"
The Mystic Venerable Yuan Ling had a slightly plump figure, a kindly face, and some wrinkles, making him indistinguishable from an old man telling stories at the village entrance.
Flame Ancestor stepped forward with a laugh and said,
"Not late at all, just in time for the last part. The bride, the groom, come and pay your respects to the Mystic Venerable Yuan Ling. He is a venerable elder of the Human Race, and receiving his blessing is a stroke of fortune that could not be cultivated in ten thousand years."
In the presence of this highly reputed Mystic Venerable from the Human Race, Yu Qing too showed a look of excitement, scanning the crowd until she quickly spotted Yu Xian chatting dispiritedly with Yu Mingyang in a corner.
